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Han Qianqiu felt uneasy for a while, even he realized that the dean was a key person, and he might even be the mastermind behind the game room, the final boss.

KP said: "Is it really necessary to be charmed? He has a high will, you have to pass an extremely difficult charm."

"Try it." Han Qianqiu scratched his head, "You can't blow it out, and then admit it?" After a while, he didn't know what to do, and asked anxiously, "How difficult is the extremely difficult charm? "

"You charm 80, right? The extremely difficult charm is a quarter of the attribute, that is, 20 points." After finishing speaking, KP was immediately happy. He thought this operation was outrageous, but now he said with the mood of watching a good show , "Come on, Qian Qiuzi is great."

Han Qianqiu: "..." What's the matter if he was ridiculed by kp! ?

Han Qianqiu couldn't stand the provocation the most. A typical canyon player, the more provocative others are, the more motivated he is. He rubbed his hands and said to Shen Rin: "Sister Lin, give me a breath of immortality."

Shen Lin: "..."

Shen Lin tapped on his palm, jokingly said: "This will definitely work."

KP: "Wait—"

Kp suddenly panicked.

Han Qianqiu raised his orchid finger and tapped lightly on the dice floating in front of his eyes.

Two black and white dice spun quickly and finally stopped on the number 3.

big!become!achievement!

Han Qianqiu: "Damn!!! Fuck me!!!"

Kp: "..." He wants to die! ! !

The great success of the charm means that there is no need to do willpower confrontation, Han Qianqiu can succeed as long as he shows the charm.

kp stopped talking.

Shen Lin replaced kp: "Please start your performance."

Han Qianqiu was ready to take out his mobile phone and said to the dean: "I will give you Amway an anchor, this person..."

He beeped, beeped, and the old dean, who was in his sixties, was as interested in his vulgar horror live broadcasts as if he had been hit by a head drop. He was immediately addicted, and when he looked up at Han Qianqiu, his eyes were full Appreciation for this young man.

On the side, Zhao Li, who is a fan of Han Qianqiu, looked complicated.

Shen Lin: "..."

kp still didn't want to talk.

Han Qianqiu succeeded in pleasing the old dean. He said flatteringly: "That's right, Mr. Dean. On the one hand, I don't think there is a good way out for doing vulgar live broadcasts. On the other hand, I also want to make some contributions to the country. So I plan to do a live broadcast of approaching mentally ill patients here, I hope you can make it convenient and do me a favor, and I want to ask you more carefully about some things."

The dean glanced at Han Qianqiu and looked at Shen Lin.

Han Qianqiu solemnly disregarded the relationship and said, "Actually, I don't know him."

Shen Lin: "..."

Shen Lin took the initiative to say: "I still have something to do, I will come to you another day."

The dean nodded.

Shen Lin opened the door and left, while Yan Xiuyi was standing in the long corridor looking at the paintings one by one.

He is tall and handsome, and when he is concentrating, he has a restrained and heavy temperament. Sensing Shen Rin's gaze, Yan Xiu turned his head to look, and the two looked at each other. This gaze was so deep that it seemed that the corridor was frozen in time. They His clock was dialed to an inexplicable node.

Shen Lin, who was in a state of amnesia, had an inexplicable sense of sight again, and a white snow field appeared in his mind, and figures the size of stars were struggling to move forward inside.

Yan Xiuyi's hand shook in front of his eyes, and Shen Rin patted the back of his hand with intention: "What are you doing?"

Yan Xiuyi: "How did the talk go?"

"Han Qianqiu was a great success."

Yan Xiu was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Charming?"

"Yes." Shen Lin asked Yan Xiuyi, "Did you find anything?"

"Yes." Yan Xiu picked out all the photos related to the small town of Hassanke. He first pointed to one of them and said to Shen Lin, "Pay attention to this place."

Shen Lin wrote down the details in the photo, and Yan Xiuyi asked him to look at another one: "This photo is here, and each photo has a date. We saw this one when we came here. It is the dean from this small It was taken before the town left, and the one just now was taken when he first came to the town. In the two photos, the shape of the meteorite is different."

The photos taken more than ten years ago hung outside and oxidized for a period of time, and the scene presented was not clear, especially the meteorite fragments that fell into the lake could not see the surface texture clearly, but they could roughly outline the shape and shape. contour.

Under Yan Xiuyi's reminder, Shen Lin obviously found that compared with when he first came, before the dean left the town, a small piece of the meteorite was missing. The growth grows on the edge of the meteorite block and seems to be easy to chisel off with little effort.

Shen Lin watched intently, and unconsciously slipped out a sentence: "Your power of observation is still so keen..."

Yan Xiu frowned and asked, "You recovered your memory? So fast?"

Shen Lin blinked slowly, not knowing how to answer for a while, his memory has not recovered, but some habits engraved deep in his mind will be brought out inadvertently, he scratched his cheek, and said unnaturally : "Not yet, but I seem to have a deep impression on you, and some words came out naturally, and I don't know what happened."

As soon as Yan Xiu looked at him, his usual cold gaze seemed a little gentle under the unclear corridor. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll remember."

Shen Lin looked away, suppressed his heartbeat for a moment, and got back to business: "So, when the dean left the town, he took a small meteorite with him. Now we need to find out what the meteorite does and will it be used on something."

He glanced back at the closed door: "Look at Han Qianqiu."

At 12 noon, according to the agreement, Shen Lin went to the lobby on the first floor to meet everyone.

Zheng De and Xia He were already sitting there, only Han Qianqiu was left behind when they arrived.

Zheng De asked: "Where is Han Qianqiu?"

"It's still in the dean's office."

Zheng De: "...what happened?"

While speaking, Han Qianqiu came down from the stairs in a complacent manner.

He ran over in three steps, turned around when he got to the seat, sat down beside Shen Lin, and said with a smile, "Great discovery."

Shen Lin glanced at him: "Say."

Han Qianqiu: "You hinted at the two things I asked. I found out some inside information about the fire that year and the murder before. The first is the fire. The person who set the fire was indeed a mentally ill patient in the hospital, but that person In fact, he did not die in the fire."

Several people were shocked, and Xia He was stunned: "Wait, wait—I found out that the fire was extremely violent, and almost the entire building was burned. How could the person who set the fire be still alive?"

"It is indeed alive," Han Qianqiu said seriously, "according to what the dean said, when they put out the fire, they found the man sitting on the bed with his knees bent, his clothes were burned to ashes, but there was no trace left on his body, even the skin Not a little red from the fire."

Zheng De asked in bewilderment: "He just told you? Such a big thing?"

"Yeah," Han Qianqiu nodded, "I succeeded in charm."

Zheng De: "..."

He still didn't believe it, and asked again, "What did he say?"

Han Qianqiu said: "That's what he said, but he said it was just a story, and he said that I was doing a horror live broadcast. It would be more attractive to say that."

Shen Lin asked in detail: "Have you gone through psychology?"

"Passed," Han Qianqiu said, "Sister Lin taught well, I remember. I passed when he told the story, but it was the result of a secret vote. I can't see whether I have passed it or not. I can only judge it according to his experience." Judging by the expression, I think the story is true."

It was rare for him to speak so seriously, and Zheng De no longer doubted his clues.

Shen Lin asked, "What about that person?"

"I don't know," Han Qianqiu said, "I can't ask. The dean said it was just a story, so don't take it too seriously."

Xia He watched a lot of horror movies, and his mind was active. He giggled and said: "Maybe it's still in a corner of this mental hospital, staring at us all the time, maybe it's the monster at night!"

Thinking of this possibility, Han Qianqiu gasped.

Shen Lin smiled, he was about to turn around and say something to Yan Xiuyi, but found that Yan Xiuyi had left his seat at some point.Shen Lin looked around and saw Yan Xiuyi going straight to a corner in the dark.

Shen Rin's actions attracted the attention of others, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Han Qianqiu pinched Shen Rin's sleeves in fear: "What, what's wrong? What's there?"

As soon as Yan Xiu looked at something in the dark, he stopped there, as if he was watching something.

Several people's scalps suddenly went numb, and they even breathed very lightly.

In a horrified silence, kp said, "everyone, just listen."

Everyone: "..."

They listened one after another, and everyone who passed the listening heard the sobbing music, and Shen Lin quickly recognized it, which was exactly the same as the flute sound he heard here last night.

"After this listening, another inspiration."

Several people throw.

Shen Lin didn't pass, he frowned, KP said: "It's a good thing that you haven't passed, pay attention to your san value, be careful to go crazy forever."

Soon, Han Qianqiu suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and his body shrank in horror.

"What's the matter?" Xia He and Zheng De helped him up, one on the left and the other on the right.

Han Qianqiu said with a trembling voice: "Monster... I saw a monster just now... It looks like a collection of wasps and lizards..."

Xia He: "It's the one at night!"

Zheng De: "What does this mean?"

Shen Lin pondered for a while and said, "The flute is related to the appearance of monsters, that is to say, that monster can be manipulated by the sound of the flute."

The clues are unclear.

Shen Lin looked at Han Qianqiu: "Can you slow down?"

Han Qianqiu nodded: "I lost 4 o'clock san, fortunately I didn't go crazy. If I went crazy, I would lose all the clues I got by selling my appearance this morning to make up for laughing and chatting with me."

Everyone: "..." With a 10-point appearance, there is no hue to sell!

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, Shen Lin asked, "Is there any clue about the recent madness and murder in Building A of the Twin Towers?"

Han Qianqiu wiped his face, and his expression became very subtle: "The dean also told me a story about this matter. He said that it was actually done by a little boy's ghost, and the little boy's ghost was attached to a patient. body, and occupied the patient's body when he was weak. After the incident, the patient was taken in for observation because of wounding others, and the little boy's soul is still—"

He lowered his voice and said nervously, "Wandering around this hospital."